The silence of the Tao does not argue.
Everywhere and nowhere,
Hidden in the heart of things.
It waits.
In time, the world yields.
Wisdom teaches without speaking,
acts without claiming credit.
In stillness, all things are accomplished.
In silence, the deepest truths are heard.
The stone does not feel the water’s argument—
only, over time, its shape changing,
edges smooth into surrender.
Empty like a bowl,
useful by what it does not contain,
Wisdom needs no defense,
truth requires no proof—
they simply are, and wait,
like dawn that comes without announcement.
The seasons change without invitation.
The Tao accomplishes everything
by doing nothing,
wins every contest
by refusing to compete,
answers every question
by resting in silence.
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